Headmaster's office 2023 (Frogger's edition Hogwarts)

[LewisPotter]

The office as always has a sense of calm.. the gryphon statue that raised up to the small corridor, that connects the statue stair tmto the office, laid with portraits of the past headmaster's all enjoying a good long sleep. The office was kept in the same style as one of the older professors one Albus Dumbledore. One of the finest wizards of his age. Or so the current headmaster would insist.
The desk center of the raised area.. shelves filled with rare and magical in items that hold importance to the school and of course the stairs to the upper smaller office. With a door to the rest of the head masters suite and tower balcony.

Anyone that would enter would smell the tell tale signs of tea being made almost as they were expected. And making the tea stood Professor Lewis Potter. Of the potter household a few generations removed lewis worked diligently to keep this school to a high level of success after all this school had a legacy of getting into trouble and he being not just the headmaster but also the defence against the dark arts... Flying and charms teacher when needed had it's perks.

The office did have one subtle change to it.. it was clear that lewis was a well rounded quidditch fan. Be it the brooms all over or the snitch that flew around the office.. or the beaters bat in the table. It was obvious that Lewis played the sport.


Lewis sat at the table with a tea cup for himself and a steaming hot tea waiting for whoever might enter his office.

 

[Frogger]

A familiar scent wafted past her nose, alerting her that Professor Potter has, indeed, decided to stay up at this late hour. Lynette is not very fond of hot tea… however, it seems to be his drink of choice. Every step echoed off the ancient walls of Hogwarts, hinting at secrets she has no hope of unearthing… not in this lifetime or the next. Lynette brushed her fingertips along the cool brick, not startled in the least when the statue rose to give her access to the Headmaster’s office.

It was not altogether surprising to find the man behind his desk, a cup nestled between his hands and a steaming pot of tea right near his elbow… but what did take her aback was the fact she was not sure how to address him. Does she call him by name? Implying they are friendly with each other? Or does she call him ‘Headmaster’, or ‘Professor’?

Lynette decided to forego the dilemma entirely. "I've heard back from the centaurs," she relayed, stepping closer as to better speak with him. Light and shadow played over delicate features, hiding and revealing depths to a pair of dark blue eyes. Of course a heartbeat or two later, light refracted off the young woman’s glasses. “I inquired if we could venture into the Forbidden Forest every so often, with students… but unfortunately, I was met with a great deal of resistance. Perhaps if we try again later in the year, if no incidents occur…”

Truth be told, it is impossible to know what the future holds… especially seeing as how students love to bend the rules as they see fit. Lynette chuckled a little under her breath, removing her glasses to rub at her tired eyes. Being Deputy Headmistress, Head of Hufflepuff AND the Charms Professor of the prestigious Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, really wears one out… not that she will ever complain. No, Lynette choses to hide behind friendliness and a smile. Everything is fine.

“Do you need anything else before we retire for the evening?” Lynette chose to wear Muggle attire on this cool, crisp night, a pair of denim shorts and a simple black shirt she bought years ago at what they call a ‘yard sale’. It was comfortable. The lightweight, striped jacket was a nice touch, if she says so herself. A hand brushed aside some hair brushing at her cheek, tucking these behind an ear as she waited to hear what he has to say.

 

[LewisPotter]

The much younger then normal headmaster kept his hands around the cup that sat just before him in the desk as he absorbed the deputy headmistress walk into the room and start her words he didn't speak allowing her to get all that was needed off her chest his striking blue eyes watched as she moved and as she spoke making sure that he took in each word and digested it with care. Before finally speaking once she was through.

"Lynette don't worry so much. The ground keeper has made sure any lessons will not go beyond the eaves of the forest.. and while we cannot stop the students from entering I will have the perfects in force ready to stop any that strayed too far and can be retrieved."

He took a sip of his tea before bringing for his hand to click to summon her a chair before his desk and a cup for herself to take if she wished. "What I need from you Lynette is how you are feeling for the new year ahead. We have a week before the students arrive at the school and this being a new year with the extended school year reaching the late twenties.. what views do you hold on this plan?"

 

[Frogger]

"I understand, I just-" Lynette's words were abruptly cut off as a seat was summoned, although... to be fair, it is not entirely unexpected. Her fingers curled around the porcelain cup instinctively, the very tip of her finger tracing along the edge thoughtfully. "I feel... anxious," she confessed at great length, albeit reluctantly. It was very difficult to do so, more than she cared to admit. "I know we have a week before the students arrive, but I feel as though we are never going to be prepared, not fully."

A soft sigh left her lips. It was not long until a wry smile pulled at her features next, revealing a dimple in the young woman's cheek. "Then again... will we ever be truly ready?" Lynette had a shrug rolling through her shoulders next, only for a chuckle to escape shortly after. "What views do I hold? I really hope we can survive another year." It was a joke... though, perhaps it was poorly executed. Lynette was never very good at making jokes.

"You and I did speak of having the Magical Creatures class be more... hands-on," she continued on in an attempt to change the subject. "I know I need to plan my first lesson here shortly, and make sure everything is as it should be..." The more she thought about it, the more Lynette could feel her anxiety rise. Conceal, do not let it show, she reminded herself, taking a calming deep breath. It will be just fine.

Lynette looked down at her cup, admiring the ripples of motion traveling across the tea's surface.

 

[LewisPotter]

The headmaster watched as she talked he had a small frown to his face that was easy to see thanks to that strange hue of blueish black everyone in his year when he was at this very school thought it must because he was a ravenclaw destined to be there from day one with the house colours so blatantly on display. Even the hat made the jest of how his hair would look wrong in a red or green robe.

His eyes that deep blue focused on her as she continued taking the que as she changed subject Ben even that seamed not to help her calm, he took a breath as he started with a clear show of concern in his voice but one thing that was assured.. authority in his tones a clear sign of knowing what he is doing.

"Now Lynette. You should know better to try and divert me... We have time and we most certainly have the best person looking after the care of magical creatures class.. I would not offer the role to anyone else. Just like I'd not if offered Charms to anyone else than you." He smiled finally a small curl to the side of his lips but it was clear not of jest or of malice just his way of smiling.

"How about this.. practice your lesson on me... Rehearsal presay.."

He stands as he comes around the desk the shirt and formal suit he wore had a inlay of blue and silvers clearly he took his role seriously as headmaster but the ravenclaw was never without his old house colours.

"I'm a fresh faced student come to your class.. take your pick of a Charm and let's begin professor."